There was a time,

I remember it well,

that I loved you

so much that I was willing

to forget everything else you did.

 

There was a time,

I remember it well,

that all you were

to me was pain and suffering,

I vowed to recall every second.

 

There was a time,

I remember it well,

I swore I would

die for you, to find you

placed me in the firing line.

 

There was a time,

I remember it well,

I had no clue

who you were, you knew me

and helped save my soul absolutely.

 

There was a time,

I remember it well,

we awoke as lovers

and the bed grew cold, tired,

that by midnight, we acknowledged strangers.

 

 

There was a time,

I remember it well,

that in a crowd,

I became lost and crying alone,

you wiped my tears, before departing.

 

There was a time.

I remember it well,

that we spoke seriously

of frivolous things and laughed beautifully,

then the moment faded, playfully dull.

 

There is no time,

I don’t expect much,

I imagine it well,

as I stared at your face

staring at mine, confused by time.

 

Ian D. Hall 2018